"Diwu Zexuan..."
The person under the quilt wriggled like a little caterpillar, murmuring something unconsciously, causing the man to freeze instantly.
Those enchanting eyes gleamed with a deeply unsettling light.
In the darkness, they were like the eyes of an eagle, radiating a faint glow.
He lowered his gaze, staring intently at her face.
He couldn't make out her expression, but he knew her eyes were shut.
After murmuring, she pulled the quilt closer again and resumed sleeping.
Her cheek even rubbed against the pillow, as if feeling uncomfortable.
How much trust does it take for her to call his name in her dreams and still sleep so soundly afterward?
Diwu Zexuan didn't know.
His tall figure turned away, leaving the bed without switching on the light.
With practiced ease, he opened the drawer and fished out a seldom-touched pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then stepped onto the balcony.
